|A peaceful stream at UW Arboretum * Madison, WI|
My thoughts in words and pictures...
If I knew Marjorie Klinker was going to get murdered, I might have been nicer to her. Well . . . maybe. Unfortunately, though I have the incredibly annoying "Gift" of being able to see and talk to the dead, I am not psychic. Which means I have no way of predicting the future. That morning in late summer when it all started, I didn't know what was going to happen in just a little over twenty-four hours, and not knowing it, when my boss, Ella Silverman, informed me that I'd be working side by side with Marjorie, I reacted the way any rational human being would.
|I didn't notice the bird when I took this photo--at least someone didn't mind the weather.|
|I like the slight tree reflection in the wet pavement in this one|
|Spider webs and red leaf reflected in the rain-drenched window|
|Facade of the building next door|
|Shadowy outline of a telephone pole|
"Hello, Meg? This is Raynard. You need to come home. There's been some trouble."
We strained and heaved together. The framework of the door was solid, and for a long time it resisted our efforts, but at last we felt it give beneath our weight, and finally, with a resounding crash, it was burst open.